I am too much for some. I am not enough for others.
I am a failure in a hundred ways every day, but I think I am victorious at more.
I am loud and opinionated and at times bursting with bravado. Yet a careless word or a cold shoulder brings me to my knees.
I am a mother, a keeper, and a fixer but I am also a child, dazzled by multicolored lights and desperately wanting someone to tell me everything is going to be okay.
I am a rule follower, a stickler for details, yet I am always ten minutes late and perpetually forgetful.